Post by The Black Widow on Jul 1, 2024 4:56:40 GMT
The Black Widow is frantically searching through her bag in her hotel room, looking for something in particular. Adding to the frustration of not being able to find where it is, is the fact that everything keeps falling down on top of where she is hunting. "Where the fuck is it," she mumbles.
A knock at the door breaks her chain of thought. "Damn it," she mutters.
She walks over to the door, twisting the knob to open it a crack. Stephen Terrella and Portia are standing outside her hotel room door, in the hall.
"We need to talk," Terrella says to the Black Widow, his voice laden with a heavy sternness.
The Black Widow opens her door the rest of the way, allowing Stephen and Portia to come inside. "Ok, but I have a fucking phone, you know," the Black Widow fires back, turning away from Stephen and Portia as she walks back to the bag she had been rummaging through.
Terrella closes the door behind Portia and himself, and it latches with a click. Portia makes her way to the bed and sits down near the foot of it, watching Brandy dig in the bag. "Maybe try fucking answering it some time," Terrella grumbles. "Where is Madjinn?"
"Out," replies the Black Widow, never looking back from the task at hand. "He has a phone, too."
"Do you know when he'll be back," Portia asks the Black Widow.
"Nope, didn't ask." The Black Widow picks up the bag and dumps its contents out onto the bed, allowing her to search through what was inside more easily "He has stuff, I have stuff. If you need him, his phone fucking works, too."
Portia shoots the Black Widow a nasty look, answering her attitude with attitude of her own.
"What the fuck crawled up your ass today," Terrella says to the Black Widow.
The Widow looks at Stephen and Portia, making eye contact for the first time since answering the door. "I'm busy. I didn't answer my phone because I'm fucking busy. When people don't answer their phones, that's usually what that shit means. But if you want to talk, talk. Fuck!"
"You forget who the fuck you're talking to, B?" Terrella says, making intense eye contact with Brandy. With a clenched jaw and furrowed brows, he keeps his stare as his skin reddens from anger. For a moment, the room is tense. Quiet.
...
"Look," Portia interjects, feeling the need to try to diffuse the tension. "This will only take a couple of minutes. I just want to talk to you about the match this week. All I'm asking is you don't go psycho on April. I know what we do. I know how important a win is, but I don't want her to get seriously hurt, alright?"
"Why?" The frustration is evident in the Black Widow's voice. "You don't even know her."
"She's Brooklyn's fucking sister." Portia voice rises with her reply. "I know how much she means to Brooklyn, so I don't need to know April. Brook has been through enough already. We're not dumping more on one of my best friends. Just give me this, will you?"
The Black Widow runs her hands through her hair, pressing her palms tightly against her skull.
"Remember Night of the Immortals? I do. I gave you the little fucking red-headed bitch," Terrella tells the Black Widow. "I could've broken his neck, and I fucking didn't. Wouldn't have made a damn difference to me. I didn't even lay a fucking hand on Jennie. You owe me."
"Yeah, fine." The Black Widow lets out a heavy breath. "Whatever. I'll let her walk out. I have my sights set on someone else, anyway."
"Dean?" Portia looks to the Black Widow for an answer.
"Yeah," she replies. "When I see him, I see myself. The violence. The pain. Everything is authentic. The only thing that has ever held him back in the past will be the man in his corner. That's changed. Now I need to know if I can put Dean Harper down... and I'm not sure I can. But that's what makes it exciting. It is predator versus predator, and it makes me question myself in ways I never have. And even if I can't beat him, I know we can create something beautifully violent together."
"He bleeds, same as anyone else." Terrella rubs at his chin, far from holding Dean in the same reverence.
"Not the point. You don't see it because of your bond to Brooklyn." The Black Widow glances down at the pile of her belongings laying on the bed. "And I don't have the time -or the desire- to make you try to see it."
"Hey, you want to try to kill Harper, you ain't got to explain it." Terrella shrugs. "I don't give a fuck. Bleed him dry if you want. Go fucking nuts. Whatever you do there, that's up to you and Madjinn. If the two of you need us, Dean or Warren, I don't give a damn, I'll take out either. We'll win. April leaves the same fucking way she came in though."
"Yeah, I'll leave her identifiable" the Black Widow says. "But like I said earlier, I got shit to do." She motions to the door.
"Guess you do," Terrella replies. Portia gets up off the bed, and Terrella follows her out of the room.
The Black Widow sorts through the items on the bed for another five minutes, finally finding a small, crumpled piece of paper. She straights the paper as best she can. Her eyes peer down at an address in Japan that had been scribbled on the paper.
A knock at the door breaks her chain of thought. "Damn it," she mutters.
She walks over to the door, twisting the knob to open it a crack. Stephen Terrella and Portia are standing outside her hotel room door, in the hall.
"We need to talk," Terrella says to the Black Widow, his voice laden with a heavy sternness.
The Black Widow opens her door the rest of the way, allowing Stephen and Portia to come inside. "Ok, but I have a fucking phone, you know," the Black Widow fires back, turning away from Stephen and Portia as she walks back to the bag she had been rummaging through.
Terrella closes the door behind Portia and himself, and it latches with a click. Portia makes her way to the bed and sits down near the foot of it, watching Brandy dig in the bag. "Maybe try fucking answering it some time," Terrella grumbles. "Where is Madjinn?"
"Out," replies the Black Widow, never looking back from the task at hand. "He has a phone, too."
"Do you know when he'll be back," Portia asks the Black Widow.
"Nope, didn't ask." The Black Widow picks up the bag and dumps its contents out onto the bed, allowing her to search through what was inside more easily "He has stuff, I have stuff. If you need him, his phone fucking works, too."
Portia shoots the Black Widow a nasty look, answering her attitude with attitude of her own.
"What the fuck crawled up your ass today," Terrella says to the Black Widow.
The Widow looks at Stephen and Portia, making eye contact for the first time since answering the door. "I'm busy. I didn't answer my phone because I'm fucking busy. When people don't answer their phones, that's usually what that shit means. But if you want to talk, talk. Fuck!"
"You forget who the fuck you're talking to, B?" Terrella says, making intense eye contact with Brandy. With a clenched jaw and furrowed brows, he keeps his stare as his skin reddens from anger. For a moment, the room is tense. Quiet.
...
"Look," Portia interjects, feeling the need to try to diffuse the tension. "This will only take a couple of minutes. I just want to talk to you about the match this week. All I'm asking is you don't go psycho on April. I know what we do. I know how important a win is, but I don't want her to get seriously hurt, alright?"
"Why?" The frustration is evident in the Black Widow's voice. "You don't even know her."
"She's Brooklyn's fucking sister." Portia voice rises with her reply. "I know how much she means to Brooklyn, so I don't need to know April. Brook has been through enough already. We're not dumping more on one of my best friends. Just give me this, will you?"
The Black Widow runs her hands through her hair, pressing her palms tightly against her skull.
"Remember Night of the Immortals? I do. I gave you the little fucking red-headed bitch," Terrella tells the Black Widow. "I could've broken his neck, and I fucking didn't. Wouldn't have made a damn difference to me. I didn't even lay a fucking hand on Jennie. You owe me."
"Yeah, fine." The Black Widow lets out a heavy breath. "Whatever. I'll let her walk out. I have my sights set on someone else, anyway."
"Dean?" Portia looks to the Black Widow for an answer.
"Yeah," she replies. "When I see him, I see myself. The violence. The pain. Everything is authentic. The only thing that has ever held him back in the past will be the man in his corner. That's changed. Now I need to know if I can put Dean Harper down... and I'm not sure I can. But that's what makes it exciting. It is predator versus predator, and it makes me question myself in ways I never have. And even if I can't beat him, I know we can create something beautifully violent together."
"He bleeds, same as anyone else." Terrella rubs at his chin, far from holding Dean in the same reverence.
"Not the point. You don't see it because of your bond to Brooklyn." The Black Widow glances down at the pile of her belongings laying on the bed. "And I don't have the time -or the desire- to make you try to see it."
"Hey, you want to try to kill Harper, you ain't got to explain it." Terrella shrugs. "I don't give a fuck. Bleed him dry if you want. Go fucking nuts. Whatever you do there, that's up to you and Madjinn. If the two of you need us, Dean or Warren, I don't give a damn, I'll take out either. We'll win. April leaves the same fucking way she came in though."
"Yeah, I'll leave her identifiable" the Black Widow says. "But like I said earlier, I got shit to do." She motions to the door.
"Guess you do," Terrella replies. Portia gets up off the bed, and Terrella follows her out of the room.
The Black Widow sorts through the items on the bed for another five minutes, finally finding a small, crumpled piece of paper. She straights the paper as best she can. Her eyes peer down at an address in Japan that had been scribbled on the paper.
Well howdy there pardner.